comedian, my friend Johnny, and I had a gig in Mill Valley, a very
wealthy neighborhood North of San Francisco. As we were leaving a cop
pulled me over. He seemed pleasant enough as he came to my window.
"You know why I pulled you over?" he asked, as they do.
Yeah, because I'm a driving a 10 year old Toyota Corolla in Mill Valley, I thought. "No officer, was I speeding?" I said.
"No, but you didn't stop at that stop sign back there."
You mean the one I just stopped at?, I thought. "Oh, I must not have seen it." I said.
"No problem. So, what brings you to Mill Valley?" he asked, confirming my suspicion.
We're looking for rich old ladies to rob, I thought. "We're comics. We just performed at the theater." I said.
"Oh, great, great. You're performers. Let me run your license real
quick and we'll get you on the road." He then ran my license, found me
warrant free and told us to have a nice night. No ticket, though I'd
supposedly run a stop sign.
I'd been pulled over just for
being poor in a rich neighborhood. "Damn!" I said to Johnny as I pulled
away from the curb, this must be what black people feel like." Then I
thought for a minute and added "... I mean, except for that part where
he let us go."
Johnny seemed distracted. I'm pretty sure he was looking for old ladies to rob.